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LIII.
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That
millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every
one hath, every one, one shade,
And you, but one, can
every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the
counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On
Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in
Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring
and foison of the year;
The one doth shadow of your
beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
In all
external grace you have some part,
But you like none,
none you, for constant heart.
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